As we are in Paris I thought you Ladies might enjoy this petit moue de Brad. Is moue a word….je ne said pais, mais pas de problem. As long as it has the scent of Paris.
From the Guardian, today: “All the hoary old perfume ad tropes are here – the hushed delivery, the awed look upwards as his brain tries to grapple with the majesty of planet Earth, the way that he clearly wishes he was performing the entire poxy thing directly to Yorick’s skull…”
what?
Merci Josephine – i was wondering what this image was tied to – seeing desolate grey Brad… selling the other hey…
I can see him going … acting, acting, acting, tick, tick, tick. He looks so embarrassed.